Side A (Old) Lyrics
| Song | Side A (Old) |
| Artist | Danny Brown |
| Album | Old |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1] | |
| In the kitchen, oven open for the heat | |
| Got my young, light skinned ho rollin' up the tree | |
| Wearin' jackets in the house, it's the Michigan way | |
| Boiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner | |
| **** fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin' | |
| Homie mommy's 50, smokin' and still tricking' | |
| Still talkin' ********t with this Lucy I’m ass lickin' | |
| See my breath when I talk, but ********, I ain't trippin' | |
| Landlord is, the ******** tryna put us out | |
| Sellin' all the samples, can't afford to give 'em out | |
| Just copped a half track, see my ******** tryna get it | |
| Standin' on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot | |
| ********t, ******** around, be on hardcore pawn | |
| Tryna get this ********t off, the winter, we snuck in | |
| Won't live for anything, but might die for nothin' | |
| [Hook X2] | |
| They want that old Danny Brown | |
| To bag up and sell a whole pound | |
| Might have to go and get my braids back | |
| Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| In the Cutty same color as steak sauce | |
| Eyeballed the work, but was just a .8 off | |
| Vet in the game, first seed in the playoffs | |
| Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off | |
| Balmains fittin' like a ******** went swimmin' in 'em | |
| I'm waxed and I'm ********nin', hardwood floor | |
| Whore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw | |
| Lookin' at the whore like "what you came here for?" | |
| Linwood ********, heat on him, no stash box | |
| Turn a ********er's bandana to a rag top | |
| Old head, **** fiend, cookin' up the yay | |
| Young boys'll shoot your face for them Cartiers | |
| Came a long way takin' $3 for a nick' | |
| Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zip | |
| Now I'm in the rap game, verse worth a brick | |
| Fiends linin' up for a hit of this ********t | |
| (And I reps that ********t, right now and forever) x2 | |
| [Hook] |
| Verse 1 | |
| In the kitchen, oven open for the heat | |
| Got my young, light skinned ho rollin' up the tree | |
| Wearin' jackets in the house, it' s the Michigan way | |
| Boiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner | |
| fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin' | |
| Homie mommy' s 50, smokin' and still tricking' | |
| Still talkin' t with this Lucy I' m ass lickin' | |
| See my breath when I talk, but , I ain' t trippin' | |
| Landlord is, the tryna put us out | |
| Sellin' all the samples, can' t afford to give ' em out | |
| Just copped a half track, see my tryna get it | |
| Standin' on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot | |
| t, around, be on hardcore pawn | |
| Tryna get this t off, the winter, we snuck in | |
| Won' t live for anything, but might die for nothin' | |
| Hook X2 | |
| They want that old Danny Brown | |
| To bag up and sell a whole pound | |
| Might have to go and get my braids back | |
| Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back | |
| Verse 2 | |
| In the Cutty same color as steak sauce | |
| Eyeballed the work, but was just a . 8 off | |
| Vet in the game, first seed in the playoffs | |
| Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off | |
| Balmains fittin' like a went swimmin' in ' em | |
| I' m waxed and I' m nin', hardwood floor | |
| Whore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw | |
| Lookin' at the whore like " what you came here for?" | |
| Linwood , heat on him, no stash box | |
| Turn a er' s bandana to a rag top | |
| Old head, fiend, cookin' up the yay | |
| Young boys' ll shoot your face for them Cartiers | |
| Came a long way takin' 3 for a nick' | |
| Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zip | |
| Now I' m in the rap game, verse worth a brick | |
| Fiends linin' up for a hit of this t | |
| And I reps that t, right now and forever x2 | |
| Hook |
| Verse 1 | |
| In the kitchen, oven open for the heat | |
| Got my young, light skinned ho rollin' up the tree | |
| Wearin' jackets in the house, it' s the Michigan way | |
| Boiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner | |
| fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin' | |
| Homie mommy' s 50, smokin' and still tricking' | |
| Still talkin' t with this Lucy I' m ass lickin' | |
| See my breath when I talk, but , I ain' t trippin' | |
| Landlord is, the tryna put us out | |
| Sellin' all the samples, can' t afford to give ' em out | |
| Just copped a half track, see my tryna get it | |
| Standin' on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot | |
| t, around, be on hardcore pawn | |
| Tryna get this t off, the winter, we snuck in | |
| Won' t live for anything, but might die for nothin' | |
| Hook X2 | |
| They want that old Danny Brown | |
| To bag up and sell a whole pound | |
| Might have to go and get my braids back | |
| Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back | |
| Verse 2 | |
| In the Cutty same color as steak sauce | |
| Eyeballed the work, but was just a . 8 off | |
| Vet in the game, first seed in the playoffs | |
| Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off | |
| Balmains fittin' like a went swimmin' in ' em | |
| I' m waxed and I' m nin', hardwood floor | |
| Whore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw | |
| Lookin' at the whore like " what you came here for?" | |
| Linwood , heat on him, no stash box | |
| Turn a er' s bandana to a rag top | |
| Old head, fiend, cookin' up the yay | |
| Young boys' ll shoot your face for them Cartiers | |
| Came a long way takin' 3 for a nick' | |
| Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zip | |
| Now I' m in the rap game, verse worth a brick | |
| Fiends linin' up for a hit of this t | |
| And I reps that t, right now and forever x2 | |
| Hook |
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